Wake up to Your Dreams

The wind, one brilliant day, called

to my soul with an aroma of jasmine.

“In return for this jasmine odor,

I’d like all the odor of your roses.”

“I have no roses; I have no flowers left now

in my garden ……All are dead.”

“Then I’ll take the waters of the fountains,

and the yellow leaves and the dried-up petals.”

The wind left…..I wept. I said to my soul,

“What have you done with the garden entrusted to you?”

(From Times Alone, Selected Poems by Antonio Machado ~ Translated by Robert Bly)